I take my portion from Thy hand

I take my portion from Thy hand

And do not seek to understand;

For I am blind

while Thou dost see

Thy will is mine

whate’er it be.

Whate’er it be! whate’er it be!

I do not fear

whate’er it be!

Thy love divine sustaineth me;

Thy will is mine

whate’er it be.

When darkness doth Thy face obscure

And many sorrows I endure

I think of Christ’s Gethsemane;

Thy will is mine

whate’er it be.

When tender joys to me are known

I render thanks to Thee alone;

I know my cup is filled by Thee;

Thy will is mine

whate’er it be.

Thus calmly do I face my lot

Accept it

Lord

and doubt Thee not;

Lo! all things work for good to me;

Thy will is mine

whate’er it be.